Constant // BeeDuo // Platonic

Chapter 3 // Stitches

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Triggers:

- Swearing
- slight gore?

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Oh fuck, this can't be good.

After hours, I had finally finished tidying my room. It's not like it was messy beyond recognition, it was more of the factor that the music I was jamming to was irresistible: I couldn't help but dance.

Yes you could. That experience was utterly horrible.

Stop sulking, you enjoyed it.

I actually wasn't completely sure in that last statement, but I swear I felt xir dance with me.

Not long after my little session, a knock was heard at the door.

Fuck, I'm nervous.

You're always nervous, calm it, Bee Boy.

So I did just that, breathing deeply to quell the growing darkness in my chest. It felt heavy, and suffocating like smog.

"Tubbo! Come here please!" My mother called from down the stairs.

Ah, here goes nothing I guess.

Slowly, I treaded down the hardwood stairs, down the painted blue hallway and to the front door.

And that's when I saw him.

He was tall. Very, very tall, at least taller than me. His hair was short and his clothes were the same as he always wore.

What the hell was he doing here?

Tom Simons, also known as Tommy.

The sun refracted off of his golden hair like an angel's halo, even if he was nothing but. His usual red and white t-shirt was hidden by a teal jumper, with some font on the front. When he looked up from my mother, his brilliant blue eyes met mine.

And then, they flickered to hate, but only for a moment, so I wasn't sure if I had really seen it.

My mother seemed to notice me standing there, as she turned to face me.

"Tubbo! This is Tommy, he'll be staying with us for a while. He can tell you why if he chooses to, but that's up to him. Have you met?" Mother's usual cheery tone pierced the relatively quite atmosphere quite nicely, but it startled me from the eye contact I was making.

Once more, Tommy looked at me: this time as he spoke.

"No, I've never seen him before."

Well first off, that was a massive lie. And I wanted to say just as much - but the look he had given me made me shut up and agree. So I nodded my head.

To really drive that point home, he reached his hand out to me, which I cautiously took before drawing back moments later.

Had I really just shook his hand?

Apparently so, because it tingled with the unusual contact of another being, and Tommy was smirking mischievously. However, the sneer turned into a pleasant smile the moment mother faced him again.

"Would you two like to head upstairs? Tubbo can show you to where you're staying." She said with a gracious look towards me.

"Sorry... Where's he staying?" I asked, because to be honest, I did not know.

"In your room, I can help you set up the spare bed later." I have my mother a searching look; I properly examined her. All I could see was a strange truthfulness.

Oh.

Oh is right.

Well, this couldn't be very good, like at all.

Having some random stranger - no, worse than that - staying in my bedroom where I sleep, and is my safe space, is probably my worst nightmare. Either that, or Erika crawling out of my mind to give me a shiny red rose.

With this newfound information, I began to climb the stairs to my bedroom. I believe Tommy picked up his bag, as I heard a small scuffing sound and footsteps moments later.

The tall blonde followed me over the hardwood flooring, shoes squeaking occasionally. Did he not know to take them off? What a shit house guest.

Tell me about it, that's my room he's staying in.

Our, Erika. Our room.

Once he was inside, I promptly shut the door. Good thing, too: because as soon as he turned around, he started to talk.

"First things first," Tommy began. "When we are here, we don't talk to each other unless absolute necessary."

"Hold on wait-"

"Second, between the hours of 5pm and 10pm I want to be left alone in here, and I don't want you to talk to me."

"Tommy wait-"

"And lastly," he spoke louder, overwriting my voice, "we don't mention this to anyone at school. Ever. Is that clear?"

"Stop!" I half yelled, finally allowed to speak. "This is my house, you don't get to decide all of this for me!"

"Yeah but I don't really care." Tommy responded simply.

"You don't really-" I felt myself grow angrier, an emotion I didn't tend to feel.

"No Tubbo," he mocked in a shrill voice: one that was supposed to sound like my mothers. "I don't care at all."

There was a small flash of light; I don't actually know what I did. All I now knew was that Tommy's lips were stitched shut, blood oozing from the holes slightly. Frankly, he looked just as shocked as me - and in a lot of pain.

He reached a shaky hand to his lips, but drew them away quickly. Tommy's hand came away red, to which he subconsciously rubbed his fingers together to get rid of it.

In that moment, I didn't know what to do... I just stayed frozen in time, staring at what had just happened. What I had done.

Actually, that was my doing. He was really starting to annoy me.

So change him back!

No.

Oh no, Erika! What if mother sees, what will Tommy think of me?

He'll be fine.

But whatever the being in my body said, I couldn't help but panic. With my chest growing tight and my vision hazy, I sat down.

Clutching my head between my palms - rather tightly - I felt a strong wave of dread was over me. The worst part was that I just couldn't think of what to do.

Some time later - I don't know how many minutes had past - I heard a very loud gasp.

"I h-hate you so fucking much,"

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A/N

Sorry this took a while, I've been so tired omg.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, next one will be a bit different I am sure.

See you all then, good bye!

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Word Count: 1055 Words

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